At last, the spirits of my ancestors have reappeared to me in my sleep. The messages and images were fleeting, but unfamiliar. What is clear is that I must travel south. I was shown a dense forest... perhaps Feralas? But, the elder I had seen atop Sky Father Spire pointed more towards Thousand Needles...
I must follow this vision... but alone, as I have in the past. I shall bring this journal with me, should my journey turn grim, and I will keep my talisman close to my heart.
Urukha and Pipiltin shall know of my departure. I do not know if... when... I will return, or where it is I am going, exactly. Time will tell. My ancestors are watching over me.